Nepal's Handling of Tibetan Refugees

The UN Committee on the Rights of the Child expressed concern on June 3, 2005 because when the Tibetan Refugee Center in Kathmandu was closed in January,2005 Nepalese authorities began handing over of Tibetan
refugees to the Chinese authorities.

The Committee's biggest concern is that there is
no domestic legislation in Nepal that covers the rights of refugees and
asylum-seeking persons. Referring to Tibetan refugees the Committee
stated alarm to note that "the reports of deportation of Tibetan asylum seekers to China by Nepal, including unaccompanied minors, and the closure of the Tibetan Refugee Welfare Office in January 2005."

On determining refugee status, the Committee was disappointed by the fact that "the rule that refugees status can only be sought by
certain categories of asylum-seekers, specifically, the Tibetans who arrived in Nepal before 1990."

The Committee has encouraged Nepal to "as a matter of priority,
review its policy regarding birth registration of refugee children and ensure that all children of refugees and asylum seekers born in the state are issued with birth certificates."

I just returned from a trip to Nepal in February, 2005. When I left
home in Denver it was 2 days after the King of Nepal has closed the airport and had turned off the telephones due to rebel activity. I
have a teacher named Lopon Tenzin Namdak who has a Monestary in Kathmandu and I was on my way to honor him on his 80th birthday.
After 2 weeks in Bhutan, my travel companion and I found out on the
last day possible that they had opened the airport in Kathmandu. When
we arrived not only were the phones turned off, but they had actually
removed them from the walls at the airport.

When we drove into Thamel to our Hotel we witnessed police or military in riot gear. Although we were safe for a week in Kathmandu, we did hear that the roads were blocked by rebels who had shot several people who were traveling by bus. I am very concerned for all the Tibetan
people in Nepal now. I am glad that I was able to visit when I did because it looks grim and it may be that in the future the country will fall to the Maoists.

The best news we could find about the situation seems to come from the BBC. If you have comments, have been to Nepal recently, or understand the politics there and want to share your news or ideas here, please do.

Submitted by Rinchen Chodrom

Downwind from Flowers

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By Lee Paton
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Several years ago in Seattle, Washington, there lived
a 52- year-old Tibetan refugee. "Tenzin," as I will call him,
was diagnosed with one of the more curable forms of lymphoma.
He was admitted to the hospital and received his first dose of
chemotherapy.

But during the treatment, this usually gentle man became
extremely angry and upset. He pulled the IV out of his arm
and refused to cooperate. He shouted at the nurses and became
argumentative with everyone who came near him. The doctors
and nurses were baffled.

Then Tenzin's wife spoke to the hospital staff. She told
them Tenzin had been held as a political prisoner by the
Chinese for 17 years. They killed his first wife and repeatedly
tortured and brutalized him throughout his imprisonment. She
told them that the hospital rules and regulations, coupled with
the chemotherapy treatments, gave Tenzin horrible flashbacks
of what he had suffered at the hands of the Chinese.

"I know you mean to help him," she said, "but he feels
tortured by your treatments. They are causing him to feel
hatred inside - just like he felt toward the Chinese. He would
rather die than have to live with the hatred he is now feeling.
And, according to our belief, it is very bad to have hatred in your
heart at the time of death. He needs to be able to pray and
cleanse his heart."

So the doctors discharged Tenzin and asked the hospice
team to visit him in his home. I was the hospice nurse assigned
to his care. I called a local representative from Amnesty
International for advice. He told me that the only way
to heal the damage from torture is to "talk it through."
"This person has lost his trust in humanity and feels hope
is impossible," the man said. "If you are to help him, you must
find a way to give him hope."

But when I encouraged Tenzin to talk about his experiences,
he held up his hand and stopped me. He said, "I must learn
to love again if I am to heal my soul. Your job is not to ask me
questions. Your job is to teach me to love again." I took a deep
breath. I asked him, "So, how can I help you love again?"

Tenzin immediately replied,

"Sit down, drink my tea and eat my cookies."
Tibetan tea is strong black tea laced with yak butter and salt.
It isn't easy to drink! But that is what I did.

For several weeks, Tenzin, his wife, and I sat together,
drinking tea. We also worked with his doctors to find ways
to treat his physical pain. But it was his spiritual pain that
seemed to be lessening. Each time I arrived, Tenzin was sitting
cross-legged on his bed, reciting prayers from his books.
As time went on, he and his wife hung more and more colorful
"thankas," Tibetan Buddhist banners, on the walls. The room was
fast becoming a beautiful, religious shrine.

When the spring came, I asked Tenzin what Tibetans do when
they are ill in the spring. He smiled brightly and said,
"We sit downwind from flowers."

I thought he must be speaking poetically. But Tenzin's words
were quite literal. He told me Tibetans sit downwind so they can
be dusted with the new blossoms' pollen that floats on
the spring breeze. They feel this new pollen is strong medicine.

At first, finding enough blossoms seemed a bit daunting.
Then, one of my friends suggested that Tenzin visit some
of the local flower nurseries. I called the manager of one of
the nurseries and explained the situation. The manager's initial
response was: "You want to do what?" But when I explained the
request, the manager agreed.

So, the next weekend, I picked up Tenzin and his wife with their
provisions for the afternoon: black tea, butter, salt, cups,
cookies, prayer beads and prayer books.

I dropped them off at the nursery and assured them
I would return at 5:00.

The following weekend, Tenzin and his wife visited another nursery.
The third weekend, they went to yet another nursery.
The fourth week, I began to get calls from the nurseries
inviting Tenzin and his wife to come again. One of the managers
said, "We've got a new shipment of nicotiana coming in and
some wonderful fuchsias and oh, yes! Some great daphne.
I know they would love the scent of that daphne!
And I almost forgot! We have some new lawn furniture that
Tenzin and his wife might enjoy."

Later that day, I got a call from the second nursery saying
that they had colorful wind socks that would help Tenzin
predict where the wind was blowing. Pretty soon, the
nurseries were competing for Tenzin's visits.

People began to know and care about the Tibetan couple.
The nursery employees started setting out the lawn furniture
in the direction of the wind. Others would bring out fresh hot
water for their tea. Some of the regular customers would leave
their wagons of flowers near the two of them. It seemed that a
community was growing around Tenzin and his wife.

At the end of the summer, Tenzin returned to his doctor
for another CTscan to determine the extent of the
spread of the cancer. But the doctor could find no evidence
of cancer at all.

He was dumbfounded. He told Tenzin that he just
couldn't explain it.

Tenzin lifted his finger and said, "I know why the cancer has gone
away. It could no longer live in a body that is filled with love.
When I began to feel all the compassion from the hospice
people, from the nursery employees, and all those people
who wanted to know about me, I started to change inside.
Now, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to heal
in this way.

Doctor, please don't think that your medicine is the only cure.
Sometimes compassion can cure cancer, as well."

I firmly believe not only was he healed from human compassion,
but also from the aromas of the flowers which are also very
powerful!

Reprinted by permission of Lee Paton (c) 2000, from
Chicken Soup for the Gardener's Soul by Jack Canfield